| You call up your friends
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| I call up my friends
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| And we can be friends
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| And we can creep when
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| You feel unsatisfied
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| They don’t know your type
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| I got it memorized
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| I know just how you like
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| Like A-B-C-D-E-F-G
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| You gon' pull up with your friends
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| I’ma come through with my friends
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| Then we gon' leave with no friends
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| When they ask you, that’s my friend
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| You gon' pull up with your friends
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| I’ma come through with my friends
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| Then we gon' leave with no friends
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| When they ask you, that’s my friend
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| Ringing, ringing, ringing, hear it loud
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| London bridges nigga comin' down
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| Pull up, skrt, I’ma product
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| Of these vows we acknowledge
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| Promise to marry pass college
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| Even she give me assignments
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| Strip and then call me to office
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| Practice till you passin' flawless
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| Girl you getting too cocky
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| Fuck around and be walking
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| Lucky me so naughty
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| I’m so hooked on phonics
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| Gave her love like guitar strings
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| And a strap cause lord these
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| Bitch niggas hate my team
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| Know the feds is watching
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| So so much drama
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| Please fuck me, no problems
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| No quickies, no stopping |
| Soak up my collar
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| My wrist and this bottle till all its forgotten
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| And fallen past bottoms with my pack of condoms, wait
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| Hold up, where the condoms?
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| Back up off me, you wildin'
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| Please tell me lord in my pocket
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| Oh and this bitch will not stop it
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| I want to keep living childless
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| Bitch got me feeling real childish
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| I can pull out maybe, probably
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| Fuck it, I’ll pull out, I promise
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| Like A-B-C-D-E-F-G
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| You gon' pull up with your friends
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| I’ma come through with my friends
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| Then we gon' leave with no friends
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| When they ask you, that’s my friend
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| You gon' pull up with your friends
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| I’ma come through with my friends
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| Then we gon' leave with no friends
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| When they ask you, that’s my friend |